You know it's going to be a good week when Monday leaves you feeling as tired as a Friday. Any extra task outside of the must-dos like go to work, drop off kid, pick up kid, take care of kid, (try to) take care of self really tips the tired factor. Today, I ran to Target after work to pick up some overnight diapers.
We've found Ethan wet almost every morning during the last week. He consistently sleeps on his stomach now and has been taking a very large bottle at night. Close to 1.5 to 2x the amount of a daytime bottle. Last night just before midnight, he's screaming bloody murder. Like, utterly hysterical. He was drenched and it woke him up. We only have one waterproof mattress cover, but luckily, we have extra mattress protector pads we can layer.
So yeah, Target. You can't go into Target and leave without spending less than $50, and true to form, I left with one box of diapers, two boxes of formula, some laundry detergent, some Gladware and two dresses. Tomorrow I need to dress up for work. I am way too fat still for my old clothes.
The sad part here is that in the past, I've tried on Target clothes. Xhiliration is for juniors, no doubt. Mossimo and Converse fit, and Merona may as well be synonymous with "mom jeans" because of the generous cut for...everywhere. I've tried on their clothes in the past and immediately dismissed them due to poor fit, but now, they were just the thing I was looking for. I bought two Merona dresses. I don't care anymore.
I am a suburban Asian mom who drives a minivan.
That looks odd in print. (More alarmingly, WHEN did this happen?? I'm too cool for this...right?)
Regardless.
I pick up my son from daycare. I'm hella tired and yet when I see him and his big toothless grin, I can't help but smile back and cuddle my big squishy baby. Sometimes it's hard and feels like such a chore. Other times it's great. Like when we took him to the zoo for the first time yesterday. He didn't care. Nevermind the orangutang directly overhead, or the zebra 20 feet in front of us when you have a bib you can shove in your face the entire time you're out, right? It was nice to do something as a family.
A half hour later we're back home and Ethan's fussy so I nurse him to soothe him and he falls asleep. Good god, what IS that smell? It smells like...dirty hamster. Ew. It's foul. It wafts. Oh. Right, it's my son. I scrubbed the helmet extra hard this evening.
We pushed the couch back to leave more floor space between it and the TV. The play mat and swing are now in front of the couch and the coffee table is BEHIND the couch which doesn't work at all. But, we get to lay on the floor together and keep an eye on Ethan. Before, there wasn't any room in that living space.
Ethan is getting better at grabbing things. I dangle the tethered pacifier, or Sophie, or his favorite moose and he will grab it and shove it in his mouth. Today, he actually got the pacifier in his mouth the correct way by himself and sucked on it instead of trying to suck on it while trying to play with it at the same time. He grabs fistfuls of my hair and won't let go. He'll grab anything within reach, so I will enjoy the fact that he still isn't very mobile at the moment. I'm not counting the uncoordinated rolling.
He enjoys playing with his toys. It's so cute.
He does this funny thing when he's about to go to sleep. He moans and it sounds like his batteries are dying until the moaning stops. Sounds like he just kinda gives up, but he's just falling asleep. We are smarter now, and if we hear him wake in the night, we will wait it out and see if he falls back asleep. There have been many times where I'll get up to make a bottle and by the time I turn the corner with it, the house is quiet. Huh?? (Though sometimes he will just get up a half hour later anyway so I learned NOT to put the bottle in the fridge right away...)
He loves chewing on cloth. I bought a bunch of cloth diaper inserts that we were going to use as burp cloths, but they were very coarse so ended up sitting in the bib drawer unused. He will grab it, ball it up and start gnawing away at it. This can go on for a while. Usually this is his morning activity and it will keep him busy in the crib for a half hour. When I get him, he's got a booger mustache, his sheet has dried boogers all over it, and the cloth he is chewing is also all boogered up. We call him booger boy.
(Why are babies so boogery??)
We spend a disproportionate amount of time sucking out boogers. I don't remember when Ethan wasn't congested, but it was probably sometime before he was 8 weeks old. Sad, right?
Big day tomorrow. First event with the customer on my new project. Thank god for that Merona dress.
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